The door to the tattoo shop swings open and Charlie appears. Expensive camel coat with the collar turned up and a thick green sweater beneath. Awareness lights me up, a knot of anticipation low in my belly. I scowl at him. He grins. “Hiya, Nova girl. Did you miss me?” Yes. Unfortunately, I think that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. “No.” I tip-tap my way across the keyboard and pretend like I’m doing something important. “Why? Have you missed me?” He strolls his way to the table and drops a folder and two cups of coffee on the edge. “Desperately,” he says, still with that grin.
